Chapter 627: Supervisor

The brawny man had no sympathy for beauty, with a ferocious face. He grabbed the woman's hair with one hand, and punched her face continuously with the other. The moves were simple and rough. When each punch was withdrawn, sticky blood stuck to him like silk. fist, and then sent it back to the woman's face fiercely.

The woman screamed in pain, hugged the strong man's arm and struggled vigorously, but it seemed that she was shaking an iron wall, and it was useless. Her struggle soon weakened, and the screams gradually stopped, and the arm hugging the strong man drooped feebly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.

"Blow her head off!!"

"Harder, harder!"

The audience cheered wildly.

The strong man looked up and looked around, and his eyes fell on the woman in his hand again. He raised his fist and hit her hard on the forehead, punch after punch, and didn't stop until the back of his hand was numb. At this time, the woman even stopped moaning and lost her breath.

The strong man let go of the hand holding her hair, and the woman fell backwards and fell heavily on the stage, with her head tilted, and a face that had been beaten to pieces looked helplessly at the barbed wire fence, and the barbed wire fence. There were excited and roaring faces, and the only remaining eye was drooping, lifeless and empty.

No one noticed that a figure flashed in her dark mirror-like pupils.

Behind the auditorium of this small underground arena is a narrow aisle. Behind the aisle is a circular wall surrounded on all sides. There is a wide passageway at a certain distance from the wall. At this moment, people are leaving the auditorium one after another. In the dark passage behind, the rest of the people were still sitting in the auditorium, eagerly preparing to watch the next show.

The dark passage is inlaid with sparse fluorite, which looks much more luxurious than cheap oil lamps. The long corridor is extremely deep, and there are several forks. People who come here are obviously very familiar with these forks, and they each go to where they want to go.

Prana walked towards the leftmost fork in the promenade. On the wall of this promenade, there were doors at intervals. Obviously there were rooms in it. Prana walked to the door of the dark gold patterned room engraved with the number "108". As soon as he approached here, he heard waves of childish crying coming from inside. He sighed inwardly, knowing that this adult was addicted to playing again.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, then stood at the door expectantly, waiting for a response.

After a while, a grumpy voice came from the room, "Who is so short-sighted and wants to die? Ah?!"

Prana hurriedly said respectfully: "My lord, it's me. Lord Lukelan asked me to pass a message to you." Although Lukelan has the same surname, but after adding "My lord",

There is no doubt that it is Rukland-Ste.

"Come in!" The irritable voice inside said in a low voice, full of suppressed anger.

The door was opened from the inside, and a fair-skinned young knight looked at Prana with a smile, and said softly, "Please, sir."

"Thank you." Prana didn't dare to neglect, knowing that this person is the confidant of this adult, and also his favorite man.

When he entered the room, the immature voice that he heard faintly before suddenly became clearer. He saw that it was an extremely spacious large room with a large bed and several wardrobes inside. There is a shelf for utensils, and a weapon rack. The things on the rack are not swords and swords, but long whips, and ropes with densely packed iron thorns.

At first glance, it looks like a torture chamber for interrogating prisoners.

Prana looked towards the bed, and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed, holding two small figures in his arms. They were a seven or eight-year-old girl and a four or five-year-old girl. There are two little boys with milky faces on the left and right. The skin of these two children is relatively clean, obviously they are not from poor families, and there are no dark spots of radiation on their hands and faces. They look extremely cute.

However, at this moment, there were obvious tears on the faces of the two children, and their dark pupils were full of fear. Every time the middle-aged man's palm touched their hair, the fear in their eyes intensified.

In addition to these two children, there were three other children on the bed, but they were all sitting by the bed, curled up, shivering, and sobbing softly.

Prana took a look, although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't frown, and his face was extremely calm. If it was him ten years ago, he would not be able to be as unhappy and angry as he is now.

"My lord, Lord Lukelan asked me to tell you that His Excellency the Pope has news." Plana said respectfully.

The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted coldly, "Is it dead or alive?"

Hearing his impolite words, Plana was not surprised at all, and still respectfully said: "The Pope seems to be in good health. After holding a blessing ceremony in Martha Square, he disappeared again."

"Huh? What's going on?" The middle-aged man said displeasedly: "This old guy has nothing to do when he's full, why is he running around?"

Prana respectfully said: "Master Lukelan asked the younger one to take the word, please go over and talk about it in detail."

"It's really annoying!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but after all, he sat up slowly from the bed, pinched the soft faces of the two children with his hands, and the irritability in his eyes suddenly turned into greed and desire. He licked his lips, picked up the little girl and kissed her hard.

The little girl was so frightened that she tried her best to resist, pushing her small hand on his chest, but how could she shake him a bit?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and cried loudly.

At this time, the middle-aged man let go of his mouth, but there was half a piece of soft flesh in his mouth, chewing it lightly, it was a lip of a little girl.

"Delicious." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed with great enjoyment, chewed and swallowed, then slowly opened his eyes, touched the head of the little girl who was crying in pain, with paternal doting in his eyes, softly Said: "Be good, be obedient, you know?"

The little girl kept crying, crying out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, got up and got out of bed. He was naked, stepped on the clean wooden floor with bare feet, and said to the fair-skinned young knight by the door: "Bring my clothes."

The young knight nodded respectfully, took out a luxurious suit from the wardrobe next to him, and put it on for him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hands like a clothes hanger, enjoying his service, and when he tied his tie, he asked, "Aren't you jealous?"

"How could it be?" The young knight blushed slightly.

The middle-aged man laughed, covered his tie and adjusted it himself. He looked at his outfit in the mirror outside the closet and was quite satisfied. Then he took the precision mechanical watch from the master next to him, put on his hat, and looked He has an elegant temperament, and at first glance he is a person with extremely high etiquette and education.

"Go." The middle-aged man said.

The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed and said, "Then what about them?"

"As usual, kill and feed the little loach." The middle-aged man said casually, buttoning up his sleeves, turning around and preparing to go out.

"You're not dressed yet, why are you in such a hurry to go out?" A flat voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man didn't think too much. He looked down and saw that the buttons of his clothes were not fastened. He frowned and was a little sullen. Suddenly, the young knight behind him shouted in surprise: "You, who are you?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly came to his senses, his whole body froze, looked up, and suddenly saw a figure in a black robe standing by the door at some time, with a loose hood covering most of the face, showing a fair and handsome chin.

"Is the supervisor sent by the monastery so weak in perception?" Du Dian lifted his hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, "The button was wrong from the first button, but it didn't work until the last one. I realized that you are too numb, or have you lost sight of straight and straight?"